Who says theater is not educational? Why, just this past weekend I learned that “bootycandy” is a euphemism for the penis.
At its heart, family is less about bloodlines than choice: who do you love, and most importantly, who loves you back? That’s the crux of Iron Crow Theatre’s production of A. Rey Pamatmat’s fine piece Edith Can Shoot Things And Hit Them, now at The Theatre Project in Baltimore for a far-too-short run which ends […]
Playwright Suzan-Lori Parks is known for her outlandish imagination, creative use of language and boldly askew look at America’s past and history. Her mythic riff on Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter, cheekily titled Fucking A, is no exception.
“Queenie was a blonde and her age stood still,/And she danced twice a day in vaudeville.” With those hardboiled, magical words, Joseph Moncure March’s 1928 Jazz Age poem “The Wild Party” begins, as does Andrew Lippa’s darkly glittering musical adaptation.